Letras
It's one in the morning and the ice is already gone
I'm staring at my phone but there's nothing going on
Three percent battery and a hundred percent regrets
Watching the smoke do circles making tiny silhouettes
The guy next to me is wearing shoes that cost a month of rent
I wonder where his life and all his common sense went
I should probably leave yeah I should go to sleep
But the mahogany is warm and the whiskey's getting deep
It's that weird kind of tired where you're finally awake
Counting all the promises you knew you'd probably break
Oh it's a high-end mess in a-light room
A little bit of magic a little bit of doom
The trumpet is lying saying everything's fine
While I'm drowning my ego in a glass of house wine
Yeah it's a classy kind of lonely a dignified blues
In a bar where nobody has anything to lose
My phone finally died now it's just me and the bass
Looking for a memory in this expensive place
The bartender's polished the same glass for an hour or two
I'm just another shadow waiting for something new
I'll stay for one more or maybe I'll just stay
Who needs a phone when you've got this much to say?